As soon as I got in the bath called to me like a siren. I fumbled out of my clothes and into the boiling liquid. It's temperature burned my skin as if reminding me the world wasn't always cold. I sunk underneath listening to the churning and roaring waves. I shut my eyes wishing I could just be rain because it was never afraid to fall (1). I resurfaced as I felt my lungs burn. I seeped into the bath until I was the only thing generating heat. I sighed getting out wrapped in towels. I stared at myself. My matted hair bubbled a memory to my mind. Two blurry figures fighting in the distance. Suddenly the black cloaked wizard plunged a hand into the knight's chest. A glowing blue orb with lighter blues in the center was ripped out. The knight fell- I hit something hard, glass was shattered. I hadn't realized I'd punched the mirror. Sadness and tears flooded my vision as I curled up and sobbed. I slept on my bathroom floor that night. The window was open sending chills. I didn't mind, she always felt cold, it was almost comforting had it been in a parallel universe. But in this one, I just felt empty. It wasn't until sunrise did I move. I changed into clothes and moved to my bed, it looked so comfortable I fell onto it face forward with a thump.

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"When are they expected?"

"Two days."

"Perfect," the cloaked man replied. He shifted his attention to a certain redhead. "How long is she expected to finish?"

"Approximately 24 hours."

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I awoke to a fluttering of wings. The butterfly flew through my window and onto my pillow. It's antennas tickled my face as I grumbled. I blinked before yawning. Peering outside, the moon shone through. Seems like I slept through a day I thought. I slipped outside with a sigh craving a midnight walk. I rubbed my eyes, drowsiness fading. The moon illuminated the fountain that I had somehow appeared in front of. I sat on one of the benches and stared. The water danced and trickled with renewed excitement. A butterfly made it's way over to my shoulder. I stared at it curiously. Their wings were a mix of honey gold, white, ocean blue, black, violet purple, and dandelion yellow. The colors made a swirl on it's wings. I studied the butterfly before dismissing it. "How can I be strong like you? Knowing that you're going to die in 4 weeks?" I whispered.

The butterfly shifted before stilling.

"I feel as if I'm fragile. Everyone always has regret and pity in their eyes when I look at them. They won't even let me come."

At this the monarch flapped angrily as if disagreeing. It's wings flashed red reminding me of her, before abruptly leaving.

"Wait! Don't leave me, I don't want to be alone again…."

It hung in air before deciding to floating back to my shoulder. I muttered, "Can't believe I'm talking to a butterfly."

It lifted it's head up as if huffing. I smiled apologetically towards it before offering a finger to it. It hopped onto it before rubbing its legs together. We sat in silence letting the air surround and smother us. I looked up at the full moon. A star flashed across the sky disappearing into space. I closed my eyes producing a wish. I opened my eyes with renewed hope. "You know you should smile more." a voice reminded.I jumped looking around with bewilderment. I must be going crazy. The cold is getting to me. Someone sighed before the butterfly flew onto my shoulder and stated, "Well this isn't going anywhere. If you don't mind I'm gonna leave, getting a bit cold."

"Just dreaming," I mumbled to myself. "You've been out here for an hour. You're just tired."

The butterfly shook before snapping, "Okay if you aren't gonna acknowledge me then fine. Just don't expect me to accompany you next time if this is your hospitality."

I pressed the palm into my eye and groaned, "Not today please. Just not today I've had enough."

"What about me then? You think I like being stuck like this? First of all I don't even know why I'm a damn butterfly. And then I learn I'm gonna die in 4 weeks. Lovely. I have to constantly slurp food if I don't then I'm screwed. You know how disgusting it is to slurp down warm liquid?"

I scooted away from the butterfly, intimidated. After a few more words it silence followed. "Sorry," we both said in unison. After the apology we left for my apartment. Well atleast I did. The monarch flew away leaving me confused and feeling tipsy as if I drank a gallon of beer. Rays were piercing through the trees and into the window by the time I flopped onto my bed.

1: Well let's just say it's a quote: "Maybe rain is the bravest thing god created, because it's never afraid to fall."

AN: Sorry for the wait too D: I just got really lazy. My bad. :L Permission to flame and insult me, you never know It might be inspiration for me c: